Chapter 374: Sorry, Uncle-Master Ling'er

"Uncle-Master Ling'er!"

"Little nephew?"

The first match of the top 500 competition on the 10th cloud platform, Tianxu Peak personal disciple Yan Yueling vs. Tianxu Peak inner disciple Zhang Xingyu.

"Uncle-Master Ling'er, this nephew offends you!"

"Little nephew, you want to fight me?"

"Don't dare, don't dare. How about we play rock-paper-scissors?"

"Hmph! I'm at the middle stage of Golden Core, you're at the early stage of Golden Core, how can you have the nerve to compare with me?"

"Uncle-Master Ling'er, I'm at the early stage of Nascent Soul."

"Ah. Impossible."

"Absolutely true. If you don't believe me, look at this."

"Nascent Soul? Really at the Nascent Soul stage."

"Yes."

"Wuwu, it's too unreasonable. Senior Sister has condensed her Nascent Soul, and even you, this stinking nephew, have condensed your Nascent Soul..."

"Uncle-Master Ling'er? Little Uncle-Master. Don't cry. If others see it, they will think I'm bullying a little girl."

Above the cloud platform, in the spectator area.

A group of big shots at the peak master level are eating melons.

Tianji Peak Master True Person Qing Ji says with a smile: "Junior Brother Qingfeng, who is that kid fighting against Ling'er? How did he also form a Nascent Soul?"

Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun is full of doubts: "I don't know this person."

Yuheng Peak Master True Person Qing Yu is full of anger: "Qingfeng, you idiot, that kid is an inner disciple of your Tianxu Peak. You actually say you don't know him?"

Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun is full of grievances: "Senior Sister, I really don't know him."

Tianquan Peak Master True Person Qing Xuan: "Junior Brother Qingfeng, you have good means. That girl Huo Lingwu achieved a ninth-grade Nascent Soul, and here another Nascent Soul grand-disciple has appeared quietly."

Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun laughs: "Senior Brother, this is luck, all luck."

On the cloud platform.

Zhang Xingyu is at a loss.

"Uncle-Master Ling'er, don't cry."

"Wuwu, it's unreasonable..." Ling'er cries even louder.

Zhang Xingyu's head is as big as a bucket.

"Uncle-Master, please don't cry. If you think you can't beat me, we can just play rock-paper-scissors."

"Wawawa, it's unreasonable, the nephew is bullying the uncle-master..." Ling'er starts howling.

"Wuwu, wuwu, is there any justice left. Beautiful Master, you have gone into closed-door cultivation, and your disciple is being bullied by his uncle-master, wuwu..." Zhang Xingyu starts howling along with Ling'er.

Below the cloud platform, the sect disciples watching the battle are dumbfounded.

A disciple who just arrived sees this scene and asks Luo Dazui beside him: "Who are these two treasures? They don't compare their Taoist techniques, but compare who cries louder."

Luo Dazui says nothing, covers his face, and flees.

Above the cloud platform, Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun, who is watching the battle, has a face that turns red.

On the cloud platform, Zhang Xingyu is still howling: "Wuwu, wuwu, Beautiful Master, Beautiful Master, where are you? Your disciple is so bitter..."

Beside him, Ling'er has stopped howling. She wipes the tears forced from the corners of her eyes and glares fiercely at Zhang Xingyu.

"Little nephew, you are ruthless!"

After Ling'er finishes being ruthless, she taps her toes and floats off the cloud platform.

Seeing her jump off the cloud platform, Zhang Xingyu immediately stops howling.

"Yeah!"

He pulls his arms back to his chest and shows a victorious smile on his face.

Above the cloud platform, a group of melon-eating masses are dumbfounded.

Tianji Peak Master True Person Qing Ji: "Junior Brother Sect Leader, it's a pity that these two little guys don't go to the theater to sing!"

Yuheng Peak Master True Person Qing Yu: "Who is this little guy? Ling'er is so smart, how could she fall into his hands?"

Tianquan Peak Master True Person Qing Xuan: "It's a pity, it's a pity, he looks decent, but he only uses these underhanded means, this character is really worrying."

Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun's face turns blue, and his hands hidden in his sleeves tremble slightly.

"The first match of the top 500 competition on the 10th cloud platform, Tianxu Peak inner disciple Zhang Xingyu wins!" The competition referee announces the result.

Zhang Xingyu waves to the audience below with a smile and then descends slowly on the wind.

"Zhang Xingyu, pay with your life!"

Just as his feet touch the ground, the ghost-crying and wolf-howling roar of Uncle-Master Ling'er reaches his ears.

Seeing a huge pink fist about to hit his nose, Zhang Xingyu shudders, his body reflexively leans back, barely dodging Uncle-Master Ling'er's surprise attack.

"Uncle-Master Ling'er, spare my life!"

Zhang Xingyu runs wildly, and the melon-eating masses under the platform are stunned.

At the same time, a crisp and delicate voice drifts through the crowd: "Master, run! Sister Ling'er, chase him!"

Relying on his first-class escape skills, Zhang Xingyu dodges left and right, finally squeezing out of the crowd, and flashes into the spectator area of another cloud platform.

After escaping Uncle-Master Ling'er's pursuit, he hides behind a big fat man and peace of mind becomes a melon-eating spectator.

"Cheer, cheer!"

"Beat him, beat him!"

"Go, use a left hook!"

"Hey, this whirlwind kick wasn't sudden enough!"

Zhang Xingyu pinches his throat and shouts loudly in the crowd.

He doesn't look conspicuous in the crowd. Compared to the big fat man beside him, his figure is thin and small, and his voice decibel is obviously a notch lower.

Just when he is shouting excitedly, a palm pats his shoulder.

Zhang Xingyu shudders, and when he sees the face of the person, he lets out a long sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother Luo, please don't always pat people on the back! You know, people scaring people can scare people to death!"

"Junior Brother Zhang, don't complain, come with me quickly. Your competition has already started, if you don't go, the referee will count you as forfeiting!"

"Competition?"

"Yes, this top 500 competition uses a group round-robin system. Now it's time for your second match. I've been looking for you for a quarter of an hour before I found you here."

10th cloud platform.

Wu Jing stands in the center of the cloud platform with his hands behind his back.

The competition time has started for a quarter of an hour, and his opponent has not appeared yet.

It seems that his opponent probably heard his great name and was too scared to come to fight. The uncle-master in charge of the referee said that the opponent's name is Zhang Xingyu, and he seems to be an inner disciple of Tianxu Peak. An inner disciple, his cultivation is probably not good, his Taoist techniques must be very trashy, and his flying sword magic treasures naturally cannot be compared with him, a personal disciple. In front of him, a great master at the late stage of Golden Core, that kid is probably too scared to go on stage. The above content is the inner monologue of the competition player Wu Jing at this moment.

Following behind Luo Dazui, Zhang Xingyu returns to the 10th cloud platform. He sticks his head out from behind Luo Dazui and carefully searches for the figure of Uncle-Master Ling'er.

Fortunately, fortunately!

This little Tyrannosaurus is not here right now.

Zhang Xingyu secretly sighs in relief, flashes, and flies onto the cloud platform on his sword.

Getting on the cloud platform, he shakes his sleeves, bows to his opponent to pay his respects: "This Senior Brother, sorry to keep you waiting, let's start now!"

"It's you?"

Then, Zhang Xingyu sees his opponent looking at him in surprise, his mouth open wide enough to fit a table.

"This Senior Brother, do you know me?"

"You, you, you!"

Wu Jing points at Zhang Xingyu, his body retreating a few steps involuntarily.

He naturally recognizes Zhang Xingyu.

The pain Zhang Xingyu left him was too profound, leaving an indelible shadow in his heart.

"It's him. It's this kid. Playing the piano and singing with Ancestor Zhou Botong under the mountain, causing himself to be beaten into a pig's head by the ancestor. A gentleman does not take revenge for this."

"However, I was never a gentleman anyway. This kid's background is too hard, even Senior Brother Yuan Wushang suffered a big loss and had to endure it, let alone me. This grudge, I'd better give it up. As the saying goes, a smile at the meeting wipes out grudges, and having more friends means more paths."

Thinking of this, Wu Jing tries hard to squeeze out a smile, bows to Zhang Xingyu and says: "Junior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Wu Jing greets you here!"

"Wu Jing, never heard of it. However, I find you a bit familiar, have we met before?"

"Uh..."

A moment later, Zhang Xingyu slaps his thigh.

"Oh! I remember. Aren't you the guy who was slapped away by Ancestor Zhou Baitong for finding fault at Longyinjian?"

Wu Jing's cheeks twitch. Damn, don't hit people in the face! I've given you so much face, and you're still exposing my scars! ===== CHAPTER 375 =====